Laying down with you, watching the wall like skies and ceiling felt like stars,
Laying down with you on those cushions was nothing but sleeping on the grass,
Just like my favorite dreams that turned into reality that very day,
We were holding hands like two inseparable bodies, mending each other's soul,
Little crazy and chaotic, but unconventional and pure.

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I tried and tried, and I tried again to mend myself along with my silly heart,
I tried and tried and failed miserably to make you smile all this while, I wasn't enough;
I tried and tried to give you all that I had and I could, but nothing I could do to make you love me a little more,
I tried and tried to cross the bridges, I shouldn't but I did, just to see how proud you are of me;
I tried and tried to shower myself upon you just to see the shine in your eyes and the love in your heart.
But each and every time, I failed and failed miserably.

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And you've landed yourself into trouble where your crazy heart has begin to mess up your mind; the ignited soul feels fervour to destroy and perish, with hiatus from the shackles of bondages and cages, to live and dive in the tenebrosity of ardour.

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I can see through those sweet scars,
When I look at the mirror wearing the invisible colors of makeup, that reminds me of all the devastation I've been through.
Then, I look at you and my eyes roll up towards the skies, talking to my friend and thanking him for the precious I have in the face of you.

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Those perilous thoughts of you,
They give me sleepless nights;
Sometimes, there's lucid dreaming about you,
When I helplessly sigh;
The ache of you in me is woeful now,
Dive into my soul and deliver me peace.

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Each time when you came close to me, everything felt like hallucinations;
As if, I was lucid dreaming in reality.

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And maybe, I cannot leave you with the souvenirs of love, but this time with some aching scars on your body;
Because now, when you see yourself in the mirror, those bittersweet memories will haunt you.

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Life is full of beautiful nothings, turning into something that isn't everything and slowly changing into those fading sentimental souvenirs, and finally leading towards a soft bed of ashes that vanishes into smoke.

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You vanished when I was left with no wind in my sails, and I couldn't blame it on somebody like you.

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So, it's a cold war of those uninvited silence and unexpected smiles.

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